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Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

Chapter 976
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Chapter: 976

In the blink of an eye, the reason behind his father’s summons became crystal clear to

Blayze.

An hour later, Blayze found himself boarding a plane bound for Violetholt.

Two hours passed and the aircraft touched down at Violetholt’s airport, where a waiting

driver stood ready. Stepping off the plane, Blayze started his journey to his residence.

The Fowler family mansion, while not ancient, was a quaint townhouse nestled at the

heart of Violetholt. The property market here was anything but forgiving.

The vehicle eased into the courtyard, and Blayze alighted, striding purposefully into the

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living area.

Nicol Fowler was engrossed in constructing a tower of toy building blocks on the carpet.

His demeanor shifted to one of apprehension as he spotted Blayze’s return. He hastily

stood, blurting out, “Blayze.”

Nicol had come into the world when Blayze’s father was already fifty, rendering him

considerably younger than Blayze. Their interaction had been Limited and they were, in

essence, half-siblings. Nicol harbored a palpable unease in Blayze’s presence.

“Well,” Blayze replied as he removed his overcoat, hanging it meticulously on the rack

before slipping into comfortable slippers.

“Where’s dad?”

“He’s in the study,” Nicol said, pointing toward the upper floor.

Blayze ascended straight to the second story, arriving at the study’s entrance. With a

composed knock, he sought permission to enter.

A grave voice resonated from within, “Come in.”

“Dad, how may I be of service?” Blayze entered, addressing his father.

Marco Fowler, now well into his sixties, had weathered the trials of time. Although his

health had faltered before the onset of the new year, leaving him less vigorous than his

prime, his countenance remained serious. A faint crease marred his forehead, and his eyes

exuded a sharp shrewdness. His regal presence remained undeniable.

Blayze got his eyes and brow from Marco, leaving no doubt that Marco had been a striking

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man in his youth.

“I’ve heard you’ve been in Mathias lately,” Marco inquired, his voice hushed.

“Yes.”

“What did you get up to during your time in Mathias?”

After a pregnant pause, Blayze lifted his gaze, locking eyes with

Marco. “You seem to already know, don’t you? Otherwise, why summon me back?”

Marco dispensed with pretense. “Come back after ensuring the ongoing projects are

managed diligently. Cease any targeting of the Blakely family.”

A smile graced Blayze’s lips as he countered, “Father, I harbor no ill intentions toward the

Blakely family. I am adhering strictly to the company’s future development blueprint.

Perhaps our agenda collides with the Blakely Group’s, leading to your misconceptions.”